Claude stepped through the mirror, returning to his palace.
Near the throne, Morion stood with her arms crossed, a curious gleam in her eyes.
In front of her, Sophia cradled Olivia's limp body, her hands trembling as she held her barely breathing daughter.
As Claude approached, Morion tilted her head and chuckled.
"That worm is still alive after being burned by your inferno, Father," she mused, gesturing toward Olivia.
"Her holy power must have worked overtime to keep her from dying. It's my first time seeing a human with such a strong will to live."
Claude glanced at Olivia. Her once-silky red hair was completely scorched away, her clothing was reduced to ashes.
Her skin was red as if it was melted, still smoked faintly. She looked more corpse than a human, yet somehow, she clung to life.
Sophia, too afraid to touch Olivia's face, trembled as she looked up at Claude.
